Life as a high school literature teacher often feels like a familiar, comforting book. The chapters repeat year after year, filled with essays to grade,
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The evening ritual was sacred in our house: my husband, Marcus, gently brushing our eight-year-old daughter Lily’s curls before bed, their laughter a soft soundtrack
I am a man accustomed to command. My world is one of strategies, secure communications, and the immense responsibility that comes with high rank. But
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